The piston reached the back of her calves, and the machine shuddered again as a little explosion of flesh and bone erupted through the mashing holes. A spurt of blood hit Emma square in the forehead and trickled down her nose. She eagerly licked it away as it found her lips.

The next stroke of caused what was left of Magda's lower legs to splay out sideways, causing her to fall down fully onto her knees. there was a loud 'pop-pop' as they exploded, then almost simultaneously, a fantastic munching sound as thigh meat was squished and torn asunder. Femurs were shattered and squeezed their bone marrow into the unholy mix. Fat, minced muscle and shards of bone shot through the holes.

Emma, being nearest, had turned her face away, worried about bone shards hitting her in the eyes, and the mess fell into a pile just beyond Maisie's pretty brown head. Each thrust escalated the carnage as the juicier sections of the woman's thick thighs were squished into meaty oblivion.

Emma lifted herself up out of the growing heap of gore in front of her as the piston returned once again. This time the milfy bottom half of Magda's pear-shaped form was about to bite the dust, and clearly there was some real danger having her face so close.

Bob and Emma watched in fascination as Magda's thick hips, yummy tummy and round ass were pushed unrelentingly towards the grill. Bob could actually see her pubic mound through the grid, and watched in delighted horror as it spread, the skin tearing apart like wet toilet tissue.

A loud series of cracks announced the shattering of Magda's pelvis, and belly fat started to extrude through the grill, followed immediately by oh-so-juicy guts and abdominal organs. Magda's pussy was torn to pieces by the unrelenting force, piss exploded as her bladder was mashed, and copious quantities of shredded muscle, bone splinters, intestines, and shit slopped through the holes.

Unbidden, a vision of one of those pasta-making machines flashed into Kasia's mind. She stifled a giggle at the absurdity and horror of the image and promptly burst into tears at her own reaction.

As the piston reached its furthest reach, heavier thuds, crunches and pops shook the machine as the tougher chunks of flesh and bone that remained were rendered into a gooey rubble.

Magda was silent now. Emma was wailing in ecstasy, and a rather peculiar squealing was coming from Maisie, whose crotch was rapidly turning into what looked like an accident at an abattoir. But not much had been heard from Kasia, so when Bob looked down at her, he was a little surprised to see her tearful but with a faint smile of wonder on her luscious lips.

He continued to vigorously rape her, but then she spoke up, her voice warbling with Bob's pounding. "I really hated those bastards." This unexpected confession certainly gave him pause for thought. And with that revelation seemingly clearing her conscience, Kasia started reacting enthusiastically to Bob's thrusting, pushing back with her hips, and giving little teasing wiggles.

Bob was stunned. Her muscular, gymnastically trained body worked against his, her muscular tunnel greedily sucking up his every thrust. It was so much more than he ever expected from a newbie.